{"id":101,"date":"2004-03-11T20:42:37","date_gmt":"2004-03-12T00:42:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/?p=101"},"modified":"2006-08-14T21:09:22","modified_gmt":"2006-08-15T02:09:22","slug":"aww-spit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/?p=101","title":{"rendered":"Aww, Spit"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s always a nice, quiet evening around here when I have given Renton a bath.  He seems to think it unseemly that he should be so clean, so he licks himself for hours until his coat is glazed with a new sheen of cat spit.  It is three hours gone since his bath and he is still in his chair, preening away at a paw.<\/p>\n<p>Renton&#8217;s chair.  He confiscated it from me, you know.  He tries to take his dad&#8217;s and his Aunt Cathy&#8217;s office chair as well when he is visiting them.  My chair, I&#8217;m afraid, he has stolen for good.  It is half my fault, however.  I&#8217;ve sat in that chair so much that there is no butt padding left, so a few weeks ago I dragged the recliner chair, otherwise known as the Blue Chair, from the living room into the computer room, where most of my time, sadly, is spent.  I now sit quite low to the desk, and my hands fall asleep rapidly, but my butt is comfy, and Renton gets his own chair.  <\/p>\n<p>Sometimes, if he is feeling paticuarly oppressive, he will perch on top of the back of the Blue Chair and gawk at me like a vulture.  It&#8217;s like Snoopy, but with a devil-eyed cat instead.  <\/p>\n<p>And speaking of the devil, I now have photographic proof of Renton&#8217;s evilness.  This is the animal that I share my abode with:<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/renton_yawn.jpg\" width=\"378\" height=\"504\"><\/p>\n<p>Yep, that&#8217;s my baby.  The WolfDevil.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s always a nice, quiet evening around here when I have given Renton a bath. He seems to think it unseemly that he should be so clean, so he licks himself for hours until his coat is glazed with a new sheen of cat spit. It is three hours gone since his bath and he [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=101"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=101"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=101"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=101"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}